Miya Twins Novels & Stories

Now, it felt even better as Myra happily walked through the campus gates. I knew why and turning around, I saw the reason in person. The twins had returned. Myra spotted them first. She froze in the middle of the walkway, eyes wide. The moment their scent reached her nose, she broke into a full sprint and threw her arms around both of them. “You came back,” she said, her voice cracking. “You really came back.” The twins held her tight, their young wolf instincts responding to her relief. When her aura stabilized against theirs, I watched the tension melt off her shoulders as if she had been waiting for this moment longer than she could admit.

She had already picked out books she wanted to read to them and insisted on helping choose their first outfits. Later that evening, while Alex was finishing up dinner, my phone rang. It was Mia. I answered with a smile. “Hey, stranger.” “Hey, mama!” Mia’s cheerful voice came through. “How are my favorite twins and their gorgeous mother doing today?” I laughed, settling back on the couch. “We’re good. Getting bigger every day. The twins are very active. How are you? I haven’t heard from you in a bit.”

" I hear Mia growls out. We all look at her shocked but quickly recover and cheer loudly. "Okay girls lets go to the back to get ready for the next set" We all follow Courtney to the back as she walks up to two tall beautiful women with natural curves and the right amount of makeup. "Girls this is Remi and Reina, they're twins. Where's Mariyah at? " "She's with a couple clients in the red hallway" they smirk at us when they say that.

“Thank you.” She looks outside. “The twins seem to be having fun.” I follow her gaze. Bren keeps adjusting her tiara and Wyn fiddles with her sash. They notice us. Wyn flashes me a tooth-gapped grin and Bren waves. They whisper something to each other and in unison, they chorus, “Daddy. Come down.” “In a bit,” I reply. They wave again and run off. “I will watch her. You should go join them,” Mia offers.

Luke patted their head and kissed their forehead alternately After Luke and Stephanie left, Mia and Sophia met their new friends. “Hi, you two are twins?” A girl with long black hair asked “Yeah, they’re twins,” A girl with short dark brown hair told her “Hello, I’m Mia and she is Sophia, my twin sister,” Mia answered them politely “Hi Mia, I’m Zoe,” The girl with long black hair replied, then continued, “She is Charlotte.” “Hi,” Charlotte said shortly “Alright kids! Let’s gather here, the principle want to say some words to all of you,” The teacher told them and the four of them walked toward the teacher

“VIVIENNE!” Maya and Mara, tiny tornadoes in matching black hoodies and wild curls launched themselves across the room and slammed into me, arms wrapping around my neck, legs scrambling onto my lap like I was a climbing tree. I froze for half a second then laughed. Real and sharp. The sound surprised even me. They were chattering at lightspeed, voices overlapping in that chaotic harmony only twins could manage. “You’re alive! We were so worried!” “We heard about the attack, did you really stab twelve guys?”

Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore. …… Ever since I was little, my grandma always told me, "There’s no one better than a mother." But I always felt like she was lying to me. When I was eight, my mom took forever to come pick me up. When we finally got home, I saw her comforting Gwen Lincoln, my twin sister. We looked almost identical, except I had an extra mole beneath my left eye. "Mom, who is she?" "She’s Kate, your sister from the countryside." Their dissatisfied questioning and cold response left me with a sense of unease.

Mia hasn’t said much. I think she really wants Finn to give Veronica a chance, but I agree with Finn: if she can’t understand who and what Mia is, then he needs to reject her. Our pack, small as it is, protects ancient ones and being mated to a diva hating she-wolf, is not welcomed here. “Do you have any other siblings?” Finn asks her and Veronica sighs, looking back at Mia. “Mia was born with a twin, but she died” she says with sadness. “I often wonder what she would have been like since wasn’t a Cursed one,” she begins, and then pauses, “I mean a descendant.”

No longer whining about everything, hadn’t quite become assholes and the awkwardness made them all cute and adorable. Mia’s twins were in seventh grade at the junior high. It was their first year not at the parochial school and they were thrilled to be in classes with cousins and other Saints kids. Although they were already quite a bit ahead of the rest of the class, they were still enjoying attending public school. Especially not having to wear uniforms. Sid was holding Michael commiserating on the fact that she didn’t have any little grandchildren anymore. Nine of her own grandchildren were running around the clubhouse while a few of the others who were present were still trying to master